Search for meaning fills our days,
Trails of crumbs through thorny maze.
Still we show- a hidden clue--
Who we are through what we do.
Smoke and mirrors, truths and lies,
It should come as no surprise.
Deeds alone make our words true,
Thou are Goddess, so we say
Choosing truth through roles we play
Making meaning from the skew;
Who we are and what we do.
-Elizabeth Barrette
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